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Van Morrison
Van Morrison


Информация
Настоящее имя George Ivan Morrison
Дата рождения 31 августа 1945 г.
Откуда Belfast, Northern Ireland
Жанры Blues
R&B
Folk
Blue-eyed soul
Celtic
Rock'n'Roll
Jazz
Country
Годы 1958—н.в.
Лейблы Mercury Records
London Records
Lost Highway Records
Bang Records
См. также Them
Сайт Website



Альбом Van Morrison


How Long Has This Been Going On (1996)
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Whenever the sunshine comes through
Whenever my thoughts turn to you
Whatever you want me to do
I will be there

Whether I crawl uphill
Try to not be through the mill
Just as long as I fit the bill
I will be there

If it's on a lazy afternoon in summertime
And you're drinking champagne and wine
Anytime, I don't mind
Even if I've got the blues
And after I pay all my dues
You decide to go for a cruise
I will be there

And if it's on a lazy afternoon in summertime
And you're drinking champagne and wine
Anytime, I don't mind
And even if I've got the blues
I'm tired of paying oh so many dues
And you decide to go for a cruise
Going to grab my razor and my suitcase and my toothbrush and my overcoat and my
underwear

. . .


Symphony Sid is grooving
Man this whole house is moving
Symphony Sid is grooving
Symphony Sid

Symphony Sid is swinging
That radio is ringing
Symphony Sid is swinging
Symphony Sid

Bing-bang bing-bang bing-bang ...
Bing-bing-bing-bang ...

Symphony Sid is jumping
Man this whole house is romping
Symphony Sid is jumping
Symphony Sid

Tune in and listen
Check out what you're missin'
You're finally close to eighty
On the dot
Some say he's the greatest
One thing is assured
When you're the latest
You're gonna be hoppin' and boppin' round the future
All your friends will be knockin' on your door
When Sidney plays his swingin' music, catch it you should take up the
season you feel the temperature risin'
Yeah man the radio is hot, you'd never want to stop
Spinning like a little red top, all over town
Now, sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers dig in
Watch this, put 'em down

Bing-bang bing-bang bing-bang ...
Bing-bing-bing-bang ...

Symphony Sid is jumping
Man this whole house is romping
Symphony Sid is jumping
Symphony Sid

. . .


Early in the morning and I can't get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now it's early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Well it's early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Now it's early in the morning
And I ain't got nothing but the blues

Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you don't live there no more
Now it's early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Well it's early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I ain't got nothing but the blues

Went to your friend's house but she was out
Knock on your father's door and he began to shout Get out there boy
Early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I ain't got nothing but the blues

Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said 'You sure look beat'
Now it's early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Early in the morning (Early in the morning)
Well it's early in the morning
And I ain't got nothing but the blues
Well it's early in the morning
And I ain't got nothing but the blues
Well it's early in the morning
And I ain't got nothing but the blues

. . .


(Leslie Bricusse Anthony Newley)

Who can I turn to
When no body needs me
My heart wants to go
So I must know
Where my destiny leads me
With no star to guide me
No one beside me
I will go on my way
And after today
The darkness will hide me

Maybe tomorrow
I going to find what I'm after
Throw out my sorrow
Beg steal or borrow
My share of laughter
With you I can cling to
I can learn too with you
I'm going to emulate
Who can I turn to
If you turn away

Repeat last verse


. . .


Always screaming cause I'm suffering so
Life's done never such a terrible blow
Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe
Misery company and I'm feeling low
Trouble follows me wherever I go
Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe

Trouble one thing I understand
Seems to be a part of me
Misery and me go hand in hand
Never ever let me be
Sure as I'm born one thing I know
Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe

Repeat first and second verse

. . .


Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Chorus:
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
Y'know I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And everytime I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Chorus

instr. solo

Repeat 1st verse, then Chorus

One more moondance with you
In the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love

. . .


The more I'm with you pretty baby
The more I feel my love increase
I'm building all my dreams around you
My happiness will never cease
But nothing's any good without you
Cause baby you're my centrepiece

I buy a house and garden somewhere
Along a country road a piece
A little cottage on the outskirts
Where we can really find release
But nothing's any good without you
Cause baby you're my centrepiece

Hey baby come and go

Repeat first and second verse

. . .


(Ira Gershwin / George Gershwin)

I could cry salty tears
Where have I been all these years
A little while, tell me now
How long has this been going on?

There were chills, up and down my spine
Yes, there're thrills I can't define
Listen sweet, while I repeat
How long has this been going on?

Oh I could feel that I could melt
Into heaven I'm hurled
Oh I know how Leif Erickson felt
Finding another world
Kiss me once, and then once more
Oh what a dunce I was before
What a break, for heaven's sake
How long has this been going on?


. . .


(Mose Allison)

Sitting there yakkin' right in my face
Coming on like you own the place
If silence was golden
You couldn't raise a dime
Cause your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime

You're quoting figures, you're dropping names
You're telling stories, you're playing games
You always laugh when things ain't funny
You try to sound like you don't need money
If talk was criminal, you'd lead a life of crime
Cause your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime

You know that life is short and talk is cheap
Don't make promises that you can't keep
If you don't like the song I'm singing, just grin and bear it
All I can say is if the shoe fits wear it
If you must keep talking please can you make it rhyme
Cause your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime
Cause your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime

. . .


Here comes Sue and she looks crazy
Skipping down the hillside gaily
looking like the flowers that bloom in May
Won't you make your reservation?
I will meet you at the station
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?

Follow my lead, it is no wonder, I seem to be so high
Living my dreams the way I ought to
As the days go rolling by
See me strolling through the meadow
With you baby by my side
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?

See the streamline blue horizon
With you baby by the way
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?
You can make your reservation
I will meet you at the station
When you come to see me, All Saints Day

When you come to see me, All Saints Day
When you come to see me, All Saints Day

. . .


My mama done tol' me
When I was a little
My mama done told me, son
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the big eye
But when that sweet talk is done
A woman's a two faced
A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in the night

Now the rain is falling
Heaven can hear you calling
Doo wee
Heaven blows the lonesome whistle
Blowing across the threshhold
Doo wee
Doo wee ta too tee
A crickety crack go wickety wack the blues in the night

Evening breeze will start
Trees that crying in the
All in the world wood haunted slide
When you get the blues in the night

So take my word
Or the mocking bird
Will sing a sadder kind of song
Maybe he knows things
He knows things can go wrong

A match is a maybe
Love is the same job
Whenever the four winds blow
I've been to some big town
Had me some big town
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two faced
A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in the night
Blues in the night

. . .


(Mose Allison)

If this life is driving you to drink
Sitting round what's the use what to think
Well I've got some consolation
Give it to you if I might
You know I don't worry about a thing because
Nothing's gonna turn out right

Well this world's just one big troubled spot
Some have plenty, some have not
I've used to be troubled but
I finally saw the light
Now I don't worry about a thing because I know
Nothing's gonna be alright

You spend your time trying to be the big winner
The minute you'll get fat somebody else will get thinner
There's always somebody messing with dynamite
You know I don't worry about a thing because I know

. . .


(Dean Kay / Kelly Gordon)

That's life
That's what the people say
You're riding high in April
Shot down in May
I know I've got to change my tune
When I get back up on top in June

That's life
Funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks from stepping on a dream
I don't let it get me down
This big old world keeps spinning round

Chorus
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up, down, over and out
And I know one thing
Every time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life
I can't deny it
I thought of quitting but my heart wouldn't buy it
If I don't think it's worth a try
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die

Chorus

Last verse

Bye bye

. . .


Ba-ba-doo-day, ba-ba-doo-day, ba-ba-doo-day
Ba-ba-doo-day, ba-ba-doo-day, ba-ba-doo-day
Ba-ba-doo-day, ba-ba-doo-day, ba-ba-doo-day
Heathrow shuffle, Heathrow shuffle, yeah
Ba-ba-doo-day
Heathrow shuffle, Heathrow shuffle, yeah
Ba-ba-doo-day
Gotta go to Heathrow, gotta go to Heathrow, yeah
Ba-ba-doo-day

. . .


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